Where Uncle was standing, the football drops,
We then go get some patriotic Bomb Pops.
Sitting, enjoying our popicles and the beautiful day.
Uncle Maga watches out for people not acting the right way.
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We then go get some patriotic Bomb Pops.
Sitting, enjoying our popicles and the beautiful day.
Uncle Maga watches out for people not acting the right way.
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Head scarves, hoodies, rainbows, and books are all red flags of the offending.
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And the only way to protect ourselves is to heed the 3rd Reich’s righteous sermon.
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But he’s interrupted when a group of saggy-pants teens started playing with our football.
Uncle Maga didn’t take a beat to think,
He was up and headed towards them before I had a chance to blink.
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I saw our football lying where he left it, between the green grass and the sun.
I yelled at Uncle that we’d been wrong and begged him to stop,
But he was so big and strong, I couldn’t get his gun to drop.
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I knew as soon as he saw the ball, his anger would be diffused.
The laces gripped beneath my fingers, the ball felt like a reward,
I jumped and shouted with the ball above my head as if I just scored.
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But there was a pop, then a drop, and on the green grass is where I fell.
I felt pain, and then warmth spread all over the side of my head.
And that’s where my weekend with Uncle Maga ended because now I’m...
By ME Schenck 2.23.2025